Say It

The sulphur tang of a match head
When I pulled on a cigar,
Filled my mouth with memories
Now I don’t know where you are,
And I think when I last saw you
In that cold and lonely bar,
I’ve only got myself to blame
For taking things too far,
I’ve only got myself to blame
For taking things too far.
The shrouded meaning of your words then,
Never were so truly clear,
Stuttered from the dusty jukebox
When you’re driven far and near,
And I think when I last held you
Scared that you would disappear,
I’ve only got myself to blame
For shedding not one tear,
I’ve only got yourself to blame
For shedding not one tear,
I couldn’t bring myself to say it
In the way I ought to do,
Stirring flickers of defiance
In your eyes of fading blue,
I couldn’t bring myself to say it,
Made assumptions that you knew,
I’ve only got myself to blame
For never saying “I love you,”
I’ve only got myself to blame
For never saying “I love you.”